The Wisdom of Surfing

Surfing isn’t my thing.

No palpitation nor an urge to check tour packages online when I see the exhilarating look on my friends’ faces while they ride (and struggle) on their surf boards.

I’m glad for them.

After all, the world is on the brink of destruction and they will be the last generation to experience the waves without the trash.

Intermittent Fasting: A Year Later

Before Intermittent Fasting, I’ve had these fears:

1. You’ll get ulcer

With nothing to digest, the hydrochloric acid (the body’s super blender) will digest your stomach instead.

2. You’ll get hungry and irritable

Whether you’re working, studying or plain babysitting, being hungry and irritable is the very last situation you want to be in.

3. You will faint

With no food intake for hours, your system will panic resulting to fainting.

4. You just couldn’t do it

All your life, you’ve been eating thrice a day, and this intermittent fasting requires you to cut a meal or two.

I Almost Died Gagging at Masungi Georeserve

You’ve read horror stories of beautiful destinations being opened to the public and ending in disaster as the influx of people got out of control.

Apparently, someone in Masungi Georeserve is into horror stories, taking notes on how to avoid similar pitfall: unlike other destinations where you pay and get to experience them right way, Masungi needs reservations a few weeks ahead of the visit.

Doing so is a great strategy and makes Masungi very desirable. For one thing, it screams of exclusivity. For another, limiting access to it strikes balance between conservation and sustainable tourism.

If I could describe our visit at Masungi Georeserve in five words, it would be Reserve. Your. Damn. Slots. Now.